THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick check here with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prep